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I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

~ ROMAN ~ I had her beautiful face that I missed as h*ll burned into my brain like a scar I couldn’t stop touching. Vittoria. The way she had looked at me when I walked into her office still sat with me. It was not her being angry at me that killed me. It was the absence of love and distrust she had for me. Being cold, numb, detached. I did not want to believe I had lost her already. But I knew I had broken her. And that I was an assh*Le for it

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

"Why can't the prince be saved by the princess?" "It sounds kinda weird." She frowned. "But... er... it checks out, I guess." "You're sexist." "No, I'm not. I'm just saying, in books—" "Yeah, well, it's time for you to change the type of books you read." "Don't tell me what to do." "I can tell you what to do if I want to tell you what to do." "You're annoying." "And you are... another synonym for annoying." Audrey rolled her eyes at my reply.

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He smiled cruelly, a mocking grin building up on his lips. Valarie raised a mix of abhorrence and horror in her stare upon him; her wide eyes were viewing him through the glass wall of revulsion. As if this human mind were partaking in all the trials of that great life, it meant to her that such a monster might be sitting beside her and touching her and even smiling as if they had known each other for years. Nausea washed over her, and she had to fight her way out of the clutches of overwhelming anxiety and sick rebellion.

To him, it seemed like I was pretending—because in his eyes, someone surrounded by that much wealth had no reason to hold back. Whenever this topic came up, I would always say, "Darling, my standard of living is already higher than most people's. I don't yearn for material things, so wouldn't it be better to use the extra money for charity?" With unwavering conviction, I would continue, "Comparing ourselves to others only poisons the soul. It's a meaningless pursuit. When we have children one day, we should set a better example for them." But with every word, a restless desire would grow in Blake's heart. The more he loved me, the more fiercely he felt the urge to tear it all down.

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A woman living in sorrow, guilt, sadness, and pain. A woman who chooses others rather than herself. A woman whom they call brave and outrageous. A woman of hope, as what they say, but what they don’t know is, she is hopeless. Drowning in her misery. *** “Should I choose you over her then?” he asked me. “No Drake. The question should be, ‘Should I choose ME… over you?” “What—“ “That’s the right question, Drake. That’s the perfect question.”

Hideous prompted, urging Sherly to continue. Hideous knew that this was only on the surface, and there's still a lot of things that they might know that aren't known by other people. Sherly's lips twisted into a grimace as she delved deeper into her description of Elisia. "Spoiled rotten by her own mother," she continued, her tone laced with disdain. Ah, knowing that fact, she really hated it. She hated those people who are spoiled and rotten and have no consideration for those around them. "She thinks highly of herself and believes she's entitled to everything." She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, what could we expect? She's spoiled rotten; of course, she will think highly of herself," she a